Gerald Murnane in praise of the long sentence
I even felt something such as the narrator of Remembrance of Things Past reported himself as feeling when he happened to stand on two uneven paving stones and when, according to one of the grandest passages in what I consider the most memorable book I have read, he could no longer doubt that time could be regained, so to speak. Proust’s narrator experienced again, after many years, the overpowering effect on him of the light and the architecture of Venice. I experienced something utterly different but equally forceful.
The great Gerald Murnane in praise of the long sentence, by way of Proust, Pynchon, George Borrow, and his own recollections, in Meanjin Quarterly.
I’ve written at some length on Murnane’s work in The Quarterly Conversation (here and here), in the print issue of Music & Literature‘s third issue where I consider his work in dialogue with Proust’s, as well as a short, off-the-cuff review of The Plains—perhaps his finest—on Goodreads.